Prison Mind

I was watching an episode of OZ the other day. It is a show formerly broadcasted on HBO about the life of prisoners in a fictional facility known as Emerald City. How appropriate. If you think about what Em City was for Dorothy in the wizard of Oz. This however is not the focus of my post. What I wish to identify is more of the prison mind and how it then translates into the prison character but does it mean that this character is WHO and individual is. Are we defined solely by our actions in every situation or are who we are deeper than the act itself but the reason behind the acts we commit to.
When an individual is forced to submit to the darkest part of their character to survive how can we expect them to return to the good. That leads to many questions. What is the good? How doe we attach this label. Was the individual good to begin with? Let me give you a scenario. Paul who has grown up in an abusive household. Where his father beats his mother his brother and himself everyday. Grows up and starts beating on his wife and his two sons everyday. Is Paul evil or good? Is he ad or good? is there a difference between bad and evil? Let me finish the scenario Paul's son Adam grows up and does not beat his children but beats his wife occasionally and his younger brother John beat his wife to death. STOP Think about all of this and I will engage you further in this theory I have of the prison mind. Also do your best to exclude traditional definitions. Ones which you generalize what a prison is and what the mind is and then create a sentence to help you analyze think of a prison in as broad a term as possible.........

I know

A kiss that starts at the neck and travels up to my lips with purpose.
That is what you are to me
Its a feeling, something like a tingle or the way silk feels on bare skin
That's how I know
Like Brown sugar, stronger, deeper and thicker grains of... Love
Each time I breathe in and out... slow.... fast.. concentrating...
I think
Only you can give me this feeling
Deeply...Like the well that I fall into... in a dream
Not absent of light but somehow absent of an end
My feelings baby....true feelings....
That's how I know....
I'm in love